Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Maybe she was still glitching out, because there was some key piece missing here, or the understanding was above her head. Even Fangorn’s eyes narrowed, though it was difficult to tell if that was towards Melita’s confusion, or the subject matter as a whole. Sila had stopped listening entirely, draping tiny claws along the rippling surface.
Basket still in hand, caught mid-crouch, her gilded gaze rounding into something potentially dangerous in its bewilderment (lethal in its own regard, really), whatever impulsive mechanism that kept her brain going continued on its course. “So I'm just supposed to do whatever you say?” Is that where they were going with this?
Basket still in hand, caught mid-crouch, her gilded gaze rounding into something potentially dangerous in its bewilderment (lethal in its own regard, really), whatever impulsive mechanism that kept her brain going continued on its course. “So I'm just supposed to do whatever you say?” Is that where they were going with this?
Melita
